My Best Friend...The Keeper?

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"Shit!" I exclaimed as the searing pain burned my finger, "Mom!! How do you manage this whole cooking thing?!"

A laugh echoed from the living room followed by the board game pieces sliding. Another drawn out sigh flew out of my mouth.

"UGH!!!" I groaned as I went back to the devil pan.

...I had promised Razor I'd make him dinner sometime before break ended. Wasn't my fault I procrastinated until Thursday. I blamed him for coming over all the time and flirting endlessly. Not like I regretted anything, except the fact I still didn't know his real name. THAT was getting a little annoying.

The chicken finally looked done, there was no pink left! Out of excitement i threw my fist in the air, the tongs flew out of my hands and clattered onto the floor.

"YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!" I shouted.

Another cacophony of laughs echoed towards me. "Sweetie just be lucky he isn't here to watch you fall apart."

The doorbell rang through the house loudly, no one ever used the doorbell.

"Lil it's for you!" My dad exclaimed with a hint of irritation.

With confusion holding my hand tightly I walked up to the door. Dom stood in the rain with a smile across his face.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked me through the pounding of the rain against the porch.

"In the rain?" I answered with discern.

"You can stay there, I just wanted to ask you something."

"Okay, shoot."

"Do you want to come to a party tomorrow, it's at my house."

"I'll have to ask Razor, but I guess so."

"Razor? Are you two going out?" His expression grew hostile.

"Not officially. But I need to go, I'm making dinner."

Dom nodded his head and turned around. "I'll see you tomorrow, Lil." He shouted over the metallic dings.

"What did he want?" Monster asked bitterly.

"Dom wanted to know if I wanted to go to a party tomorrow." I answered flatly.

"You aren't going, are you?"

"I'm going to see if Razor wants to come with me, Dom's a friend. He needs to redeem himself, so nothing's going to happen." I promised.

"Good luck with that." My mom said with sarcasm dripping from her tongue.

"I'll need it." I muttered inaudibly.

"We need to get out of here for their little date." My mom announced, grabbing her purse.

She led the three musketeers out of the front door and to the diner. Only minutes later Razor walked in, we had gotten to the point of no knocking.

"Smells good in here, where are you?" He announced.

"Bringing the food to the table." I told him from our very compact dining room.

I heard his footsteps growing closer. His arms wrapped around my waist, intertwining over my stomach. His lips pressed softly against my neck, "It really smells good in here."

"Well then by all means, let's eat." I pulled away and let him pull out my chair.

"So, how many times did you burn yourself?"

"More than I'd like to admit." I answered smartly.

"Why do you look like you have something to ask me?"